So, my doctor was at my house right now.

Probably bad news.. right?

Anyway, I went downstairs when my mother called for me. I could hear my doctor's voice, and I had a slight sense of dread overcome my insides.

"What's up d-"

"Please, stop," my father interrupted, almost laughing. "For the fourteenth time, stop repeating that joke." I smiled sheepishly and shrugged. He shook his head in amusement from the couch, leaning forward.

"But its my best work!"

"Stef," my mother said from where she was standing, half in the kitchen. "We have a guest, keep your antics to yourself."

"Just this once," I bargained. "So what's the scoop?"...